the last place mickie wanted to be in a was a at a house party with a broken arm, but his friend has insisted and now he was lost amongst the crowd trying to find his own little corner to avoid any sort of conversation until he heard lennon’s loud voice over the roar of music. “i’m right here,” he huffed right next to her. “i can’t be that short that you can’t spot me,” he mused before raising a brow. “do we have to be here? unless you got a really important booty call, here is no bueno for me.”

“ there you are! ” her voice boomed, carrying pure excitement as her hazy eyes landed on the soft boy. throwing her arms around mickie, she embraced him like they hadn’t seen each other in years, hanging on his shoulders as she became dead weight. “ you’re not short. you’re the perfect size! ” she cooed, before gasping as she pulled back. “ no bueno? pro que? do i need to fight someone? i’ll do it. i’ll go right now. i’m a portable thunder-dome, bitch! let’s fucking go!! ”

it was clear to see that brooke was in a rush. she was already late to her fashion design class due to taking way too long on her make-up. she knew running across campus wasn’t a look, so she decided to keep her walking pace at a little faster than normal. once she made it to the building of her class, she opened the door and her eyes instantly rolled as soon as she saw lennon coming out of the door. “ honestly, just move. “ brooke stated. @lcnnens

a scowl grew on lennon’s face as she was greeted with brooke’s charming attitude. “ you’re gonna catch me on a bad day and regret it, brooke. i’m tellin’ ya, ” lennon huffed, closing her eyes to take a moment to calm herself down. sometimes, just the sight of her roommate pissed her off. “ you’re lookin’ a little clammy there, sweetie. what? were you rushing over here or something? that’s too bad, since classes and cancelled and all, ” lenny shrugged. “ didn’t you see on twitter about the big drug raid? turns out one of the professors was a sellin’ good shit to kids. go figure. ”

(mini scenario generated: mickie and lennon at a wild party. mickie doesn't want to be there.)  — “ oh fuck. ” a frivolous laugh filled the air as lennon stumbled through the strangers house, a half empty cup of vodka soda in hand as she stared at an wet, upset sorority girl. “ uh, ya’ got a little something right .. there, ” she snorted, her index finger waving at the girls top. “ you should really watch where ya’ going .. HEY! have you seen a really cute blonde? like -- yea high? ” too distracted to actually wait for an answer, lennon continued onward through the house, searching for mickie around the corner. “ esposito!! where the hell are ya’ kid? ” @mickiexposito

ayeo kiddos!! i’m trash sO like this for a private starter :’)) i’ll be sticking to my brand of being a hardcore lazy piece of poop & use this handy dandy starter generator so get the muse and ideas flowin!

    ✗  it might have been late, but — unsurprisingly — that didn’t keep nate out of the studio. what could he say, once he got his muse going, there was no stopping it. with his guitar strapped around his torso, nate narrowed his eyes at the laptop he had propped open on the desk of the studio. he was in the middle of mixing his latest project and his concentration was obvious by the headband that was pushing his long curls out of his eyes and the way his brow creased as he stared at the laptop screen. his booted foot tapped against the hardwood floor and he sighed, leaning back in his chair and grabbing his guitar pick to re-strum the riff he was working on perfecting. just as he was positioning his fingers on the fret board, nate was startled out of his reverie by the studio door opening behind him and he swung around to see a familiar face entering the studio. “well, look who finally showed up,” he teased, relaxing his arms as he grinned up at lennon. “i have the studio for another hour — not that i imagine anyone is itching to get in after us.” nate laughed, glancing at the time on the clock: eleven o’clock at night, the time his muse always seemed the strongest.

          " -- oh, it’s my absolute pleasure to grace you with my radiating presence, nathaniel, ” lennon smirked, adding in a sarcastic curtsy for good measure. bare faced, the brunette stood there in black sweatpants and a yellow hoodie, looking comfy and ready for bed -- mostly because she was in bed. but the second nate texted her he was in the studio hoping for some company, she happily jumped right up onto her feet and walked her way over. “ eh. if someone tries to kick us out, i’ll just fight them, ” she deadpanned with a shrug, a small smile only growing on her face as she noticed his guitar. in new york, lennon could never afford a guitar. her heart screamed with envy and admiration when she was around anyone who knew how to play. “ what ‘cha workin’ on? ” she was eager to listen. her body plopped against a small sofa that sat across from the audio mixer, pulling her legs under one another, carefully placing her holy bible journal of original work on her lap. “ messing around or ya’ really tryin’ to write something serious here? ”